Forever Together

by Naughty Aphrodite

  I knew it was a threat that was supposed to get me into gear but the truth was I was starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be better to lose it and be done with it. I didn’t enjoy my job. Sure, it was a source of income and it was what I’d always thought I wanted to do. I still had a dream of chasing justice and helping those who couldn’t help themselves. But Sonya was a pain in the ass and Drake was on my mind all the time, no matter how hard I tried to forget about him.

  By Thursday I’d had enough. During my lunch break, instead of retreating to the archives and studying case files the way I had done up until now, I left the office. I drove my car all the way to the other side of town even though the trip would cost me double in petrol. The gates to Mouse’s workshop were open – as always – and I parked in front of the office.

  Mouse came out, looking tattered. He wiped his hands on a cloth that did nothing to remove the grime from his skin.

  “Having some car trouble again?” he asked, nodding to the car.

  I shook my head. “No. I was hoping you could help me find Drake? I don’t have a contact number or anything.”

  Mouse nodded. “Yeah, sure.” He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. I could hear the phone ringing on the other end of the line all the way where I was standing and a moment later a deep voice answered.

  “Where you at?” Mouse asked.

  Drake mumbled something on the other side of the line. Mouse nodded and hung up.

  “He’s at home,” he said to me.

  I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

  “I don’t know where that is.”

  Mouse grinned. “I’ll be right back,” he said and disappeared back into his office. A moment later he returned with an address scribbled on a piece of paper. I took it from him and glanced at it. It was in town, somewhere.

  “Thank you,” I said to Mouse and walked back to my car.

  It took almost half an hour for me to get back into town. I found the address and parked against the curb. The apartment building looked clean and neat. I pressed the buzzer with Drake’s name on it and waited.

  “Mouse,” Drake answered. Right. He was expecting his buddy.

  “Uh, it’s me,” I said. “Joanna.” Just in case he didn’t know who I was. There was a short silence on the line and then the door buzzed open.

  I climbed the stairs to the third floor and walked down the corridor. Drake leaned against the wall just outside the third door, arms folded, cigarette hanging from his mouth.

  “What do you want?” he asked, the same way I had when he’d come to me. It wasn’t with the same tone, though. His voice was soft, almost welcoming.

  I took a deep breath. “I want stability,” I said. “I want a promise of a future. I want to know that everything will work out. But that doesn’t always happen.”

  I paused. Drake nodded at me so I carried on.

  “So, after your speech the other day, and the fact that I can’t get you off my mind, either, I was thinking I’ll take you up on your offer. If it still stands.”

  I swallowed hard. Drake’s face was impossible to read. He could tell me to go to hell the same way I had. He was quiet for long enough I was starting to feel like it might have been a mistake.

  “Does it still stand?” I asked when he said nothing.

  Drake grinned at me. “Darling,” he said, speaking around the cigarette, “why do you think I’m still here?”

  He took the cigarette from his lips and reached just inside the door, getting rid of it. He stepped closer, pulling me against him. He smelled like smoke and cologne and I choked on memories of our relationship. We stood like that for the longest time.

  Finally, he leaned down and kissed me.

  It was different than before. Drake had always been assertive and forward, but now he kissed me like he was scared I was just an apparition, that I would evaporate again and he would be left with nothing.

  When I didn’t stop him, he broke the kiss and took my hand, leading me into the apartment. I went with him.

  I didn’t have time to look around before he kissed me again. I had the feeling the apartment was neat, though, and decorated well. It felt so different than the Drake I used to know. Maybe he really had changed. He said he would prove it to me. Maybe he deserved a chance.

  I didn’t have time to keep thinking. His hands were in my hair, his hips gyrating against mine and I felt his urgency, his eagerness. The length of him pushed against my hip bone and my muscles clenched at my core. My lust for him had never gone away. There was something ridiculously attractive about Drake, something irresistible.

  And there was no reason to say no, this time. Everything I’d been waiting for was right here in front of me.

  Drake kissed his way down my neck, his hands running over my back and then my ass as he worked his way down to my chest. He used one hand to unbutton my shirt, removing the bra with it. He kissed my bare breast. His stubble was rough on my soft skin and it made me shiver.

  He returned to my mouth. I fiddled with his belt buckle. I wanted him to know I was okay with where it was headed. I undid the buckle, the button, and the zipper before I pulled up his shirt. Drake lifted his arms to help me peel it from his muscles and pull it over his head. Without a shirt, he was a vision.

  He was a god. I put my hands on his chest, fingers in the light dusting of chest hair. He was Adonis, and I wanted to be his Damsel in distress.

  Just like it had been all those years ago. This time, though, I trusted that Drake would stay. It was all I could do. With the way he looked at me, I believed that this time he wouldn’t let me down.

  His eyes traveled down to my breasts and he stared at them like he’d never seen a naked woman before. He reached for me, placing his hands on my tits. He kneaded and massages me, his thumbs running over my nipples. I gasped, the sensations arousing me.

  I lifted the elastic of Drake’s boxers over his erection before pulling it down with his jeans and he sprung free. He was hungry for me, lust oozing from the tip.

  Drake did the same for me, helping me get rid of my pants. We were both naked and still in his living room. Drake leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my thighs just below my ass and picked me up. I squealed, putting my legs around his body. He held me up like I weighed nothing and I felt beautiful. He kissed me again, tipping his head up.

  He walked us to the bedroom like that and laid me down on his bed. When he crawled over me my thighs fell open for him. He placed himself at my entrance and I gasped. I knew what was going to come. I shivered.

  “I’ve dreamed about this for a long time,” Drake whispered.

  I nodded. I had too, if I had to be honest. I would never admit it to anyone, of course.

  Drake pressed himself harder against my pussy and my body welcomed him. Slowly he slid into me. I gasped as my body yielded and stretched to accommodate him.

  When he was in all the way to the hilt he looked at me. His eyes were a deep blue, the color of the ocean, and I could drown in them. He kept his eyes on me as he pulled out almost all the way. He pushed in again and repeated it again and again, faster each time.

  Drake picked up the pace and I gasped. He put one hand on my breast, balancing himself on the other hand next to my head. His hips bucked faster and faster against mine and I whimpered. He stirred up an orgasm at my core and I closed my eyes and tipped back my head, letting the sensations take over. Drake’s hand disappeared from my breast and a moment later his lips landed on my neck. He kissed and sucked on the skin, keeping up his rhythm between my legs.

  The orgasm built, filling me up like hot water. If he kept going I was going to spill over.

  Drake alternated his rhythm, dropping speed and picking it up again, keeping me on the edge. I was frustrated and aroused all at the same time. I wanted to climax. I wanted a release.

  As I thought it Drake picked up the pace again. He hammered into me and my body rocked beneath him. I moaned. O
ur skin was slick where we touched. Drake had abandoned my neck and his breath was hot and heavy in my ear now.

  A moment later, the orgasm took over. A wave of ecstasy washed over me and I cried out. My muscles clenched and I curled around Drake’s body, nails biting into his shoulders, my mouth open in a silent scream. I rode out the orgasm with Drake hard and still inside me.

  When I finally relaxed, the climax fading, I opened my eyes. Drake was smiling.

  “What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

  “You’re beautiful when you do that,” he said.

  I blushed scarlet. But there was no need to feel shy. Drake started moving inside me again and this time it was for himself. My body was sensitive after orgasming, the muscles clenching down around his cock. I felt every movement and as he rocked harder and faster, echoes of my own orgasm returned.

  Instinct took over and Drake pumped into me even faster, his strokes shortening until he pushed into me all the way and his body jerked. I felt him twitch inside me as he released. He claimed every inch of me again and again until, finally, it was over.

  Drake collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. We were both wet with sweat and our sex. My heart hammered against my chest, against his. When he lifted his head his hair was wet around his hairline and his cheeks were flushed. He looked like he’d escaped from a GQ magazine.

  He pulled out of me, already going soft, and rolled onto his side next to me. He pulled me closer. I lay on my back. He kissed me on my forehead, my nose, and then a peck on my mouth.

  “You know I love you, right?” he asked.

  I nodded. “You said,” I whispered.

  “And I’m not going anywhere.”

  I nodded and rolled onto my side, my back to him. He pulled me against his body, curling around me like a question mark and it felt, for the first time since we were kids, like I was home again.

  He said he loved me. He said he wouldn’t leave.

  And this time, I believed him.

  THE END

  Taming The Billionaire

  Chapter 1

  ‘Conceited…’ ‘A complete and utter sex mongrel’ ‘Arrogant rich boy…’ ‘Egotistical, privileged beta male in actuality...’

  Beta male my ass, Drake Vance chuckled to himself. He knew for a fact that he was practically the exact delineation of an Alpha male. Jealousy sure could work a number on these females around here. Drake was well aware that he was so far from the realms of ‘beta male’ that the thought literally made him laugh out loud. This, in return, caused him to spew the hot splash of coffee he’d just sipped. He choked a bit as the coffee and his laugh tried to finagle one another. The hot espresso dribbled down his smooth, hard chin and dripped down onto his massive, bare chest.

  Goddamn! The drink was scorching hot and in his reaction to the choking and burning, he jerked his arms upward, causing the cup of molten hot lava coffee to splash and jostle around. The piping hot java then spilled from the hand-crafted mug, down onto the crotch of his luxurious white Marcel sleeping pants. This caused further excruciating burning, and just like that, Drake’s morning was already off to a very marvelous start. As the spilled coffee soaked into the expensive silky material, it outlined the shape of his rather large member. He smiled to himself as he shed out of the pants and slipped into his Ralph Lauren bathrobe. And why in the hell did Banks make the coffee so fiery hot this morning? It was never that searing on any other day. Perhaps the family butler was finally beginning to slip in his older age. He was awfully Jurassic.

  Drake knew that he needed to stop surfing the BillionaireBash.com sooner than later anyway. It was all a load of slanderous and malicious garbage. Those women didn’t even try to get to know him. They didn’t know, nor did they even desire to know the real Drake. And he wondered if he actually didn’t prefer it that way. It was convenient. Quick, easy, and to the point. Just the way he enjoyed it most. In any event, they only put those awful accusations and name callings on him simply because he knew they were only initially interested in him for the dollar signs that overflowed in his banking accounts. The women were money chasers and every dozen or so were identical.

  He couldn’t even logically answer what it was, exactly, that had convinced him to want to surf that lousy web page this morning. It may have had to do with the reaction that bombshell blonde with the massive tits had screamed at him as he had Banks show her to her cab the previous evening. He knew she must have already been on there bitching and moaning over a box of wine in the wee hours of the morning, ranting to all the other most renowned money grubbers of the upper class.

  Drake eased his way across the antiqued wooden floors with a peculiar gracefulness for a man of his large stature. His thick, chiseled arms stretched up towards the high, vaulted ceilings. Drake couldn’t help but stare at himself as he squeezed his rock hard six pack, each abdominal muscle stretching tight, displaying each line, crease, and vein that ran over the fields of his muscle tissue.

  He pressed a hidden button on the wall. Suddenly the slate gray wall of the far side of the master bedroom began to slide down into the floor. As the light eliminators crept down the wall, they revealed a big, floor to ceiling window that stretched across the entirety of the wall. The warmest sunshine eased its way in, filling the room with its late morning brightness.

  Drake eyed the morning’s busy traffic and hustling, bustling people crowding and fighting for moving space along the sidewalk. Traffic was already backed up at the major intersection, and buses and taxis attempted to weave in and out. Drake was beyond thankful that his top floor suite had been equipped with soundproof windows. He could only imagine the hellish sounds that must have arisen from the awake and operating city below him. Not that he’d be able much anyway. His father had purchased the skyscraper thirty-two years ago. The building was located in the most energetic portion of Atlanta. The streets here never slept. Drake’s suite took up the entire top, eighteenth floor, and featured an access to the rooftop where he had an exquisite urban garden. He couldn’t be more pleased.

  He stared down at all the people moving this way and that, swaying with that oh so familiar regularity. He would never understand people and their crotchety ways. But then again, they didn’t have the commas in their bank accounts like he did.

  The warmth of the daylight made him reminisce on the night he had just spent with that blonde bombshell. She had been a real looker. Her body seemed to be made of nothing but tits and ass. Her legs were longer than an entire encyclopedia series, and her face was purely perfect. Her long, thick, wavy blonde hair had swallowed him whole. And boy, could she make love. There was only one thing… She was the exact same as every single other girl he’d ever brought back to his place.

  She had no mind. She was just as burnt out as the last redhead, and that brunette he had railed out a week before now. These women had no originality. No spark, no spunk. They had one interest, and that was money. Which, for Drake, worked out in his favor, as he could seduce them with his profound spending; once he had them hooked, they would be down for anything. He would get them into the sack, and then that was it. Simple as that. Granted, he did always take them somewhere. To a concert, or a renowned sports events, or matinees, ballroom dances, anywhere he could really show off his monies and his social placement. He also used this time to really feel out the girl. And that was just what each one was, every time. Just a girl. A girl who was doing nothing but searching for that dollar. Gold digger. That’s what they called those types of girls on the west side of Atlanta. And that class of women seemed to plague the realm of the big time ballers.

  Drake had continued right where his successful father had left off. He became one of the most well-known developers in the southeast of America. He had really made a name for himself, and it wasn’t all completely due to his hefty inheritance. He had truly put forth a ton of hard work and energy into creating his easy-go-lucky life. Of course, his money and his family connections helped in great hea
ps, it hadn’t been gained by pure chance (like most of these money hungry women seemed to believe).

  Suddenly a soft, stern knock at the door drew Drake from his ponderous thoughts. Ah, he could smell the bacon and rich, dark Colombian coffee through the door. Now there was a real man’s man. His faithful butler, whom held the highest grace, innate propriety, and the skill sets to make nearly anything ‘disappear’, softly knocked once more.

  The weighted door opened with a silent ease. First entered a silver plated, covered serving tray, followed by an extended arm, covered with a fine black suit, a white cloth napkin draped over the forearm, not a crinkle or unedged fold to be seen.

  “Good morning, sir.” Banks entered the spacious, impressive suite. The butler resided on the next floor down but spent most of his woken day in the top floor mansion apartment.

  “Banks, please tell me that blonde bimbo didn’t tuck anything into her clutch as she so pleasantly left us last night! I never do feel like I can trust them…” Drake’s voice fell off as he gazed at the white-gloved hand that lifted the cover from the food tray. The wondrous smells of breakfast wafted through the pleasantly warm air.